As soon as Freya spoke, Brando knew what she was thinking. But he calmed down. He had experienced three hidden quests above level 60 and knew more. He did not want to risk his life for one of them.
He had used all his strength to fight against Ebdon, and he would definitely die if he faced a character above level 60.
He also thought of another problem. After the first War of the Black Rose ended, Madara's army slowly retreated from Erouine in the following month. The undead's control of this area lasted until mid-August. Before that, this area was practically uninhabited.
The undead would definitely not explore this valley. Even if they wanted to, they did not have the ability to do so. The fourteen-ring Lightning Strike at the entrance was enough to make them retreat.
This meant that he still had a lot of time to use until mid-August. Thinking of this, he took the earring and walked back. He patted the girl's shoulder and said, "Let's go back."
"Brando?"
"There are still many opportunities to take risks, but Freya and I only have one life each," Brando smiled, "You're right, I had some mental problems just now."
He sighed again. He knew that it was because he felt that time was too tight. The War of the Black Rose ended at the end of July. The civil war in Erouine began in September, and then the coup in November. Even if he counted from now, he only had five months.
Brando did not want to change history, but he wanted to protect Roman, Freya, and the others. At the very least, he needed to have the basic strength.
It was because he knew that the world would become chaotic. Justice and justice would be destroyed by the war. In order to survive in this chaotic world, he had to do something.
Freya and Romaine might not understand it, and even the people who followed him would not understand it. But sometimes he could not help but think that the Prophet also had his own troubles. The feeling of helplessness when he knew what was going to happen, but was unable to change it was much stronger than normal people.
Freya blushed, "What did you say?"
"Nothing," Brando replied.
He sheathed his sword and walked out of the rocky area, motioning for Freya to follow him.
Just as the two of them left, two people slowly walked out from the dark crevice between the rocks. One was tall, and the other was short.
The taller one seemed to be a woman. She wore a strange white robe with blue feather patterns on her sleeves, chest, and shoulders. However, it was similar to the desert robes of the Quelodians. The waist was narrow, but the sleeves and trousers were unusually wide. She had a head of long silver hair, and her eyes were dark green like the deepest lake. There were two red lines on her face, but she didn't have much expression.
She stared at the backs of Brando and Freya for a long time before she spoke.
"Aloz, you're not going to keep them?" Her voice was neutral and flat, like plain water.
"Fu Luofa, you should keep your attacks hidden like your claws and teeth. Otherwise, it won't be fun." She heard an excited voice.
The short girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a pair of dazzling ponytails. She was wearing the traditional leather clothes of most adventurers, but she was carrying a heavy iron box as tall as a person on her back. If you looked at the iron box, you could see the pattern of five interconnected stars.
Fu Luofa thought for a moment, "Then why did you attack them, Aloz?"
"You're so boring, Fu Luofa. That was just a small test."
"No wonder your power dropped by more than ninety-eight percent. I was worried that there was something wrong with the Law of Gold."
"Fu Luofa, I really don't want to marry someone as boring as you."
"Aloz, we are dragons."
"'Humans' is just a reference. Forget it, I don't want to talk about this with you. That human man actually took your earring, Fu Luofa. Doesn't he know what this means? "
She snickered as she spoke.
Fu Luofa glanced at her and didn't answer this time.
"Forget it, what a boring guy. But I really want to see their expressions when they see that little gift. I heard that humans are very greedy creatures. "
"Aren't you here to find the legend of the Golden Fruit Tree, Aloz? Why did you give it to them?"
"You see, the legend of the Golden Fruit Tree is not as interesting as the struggle of small creatures. I decided to give this adventure to these two little guys. Besides, I think that human man looks quite familiar. Maybe he has something to do with the King of Knight. "
Fu Luofa turned around and looked at her, "Do you know the King of Knight?"
Aloz immediately coughed, "That's just a saying, just a saying, Fu Luofa!"
"What are you planning?" The long-haired girl asked indifferently.
"Nothing, just a small test."
Aloz snickered again.
Fu Luofa frowned.
*****
When Leto saw Brendel and Freya coming back, they had already settled down the refugees and were preparing their meals. From afar, there was a small patch of smoke at the bottom of the valley that was shrouded in thick fog, adding a bit of liveliness to the place.
After a night of battle, both the mercenaries and the militia were exhausted. When Brando rode through the crowd, he saw many people gathered in twos and threes and fell asleep. However, there were some refugees who took the initiative to bring food to the people who protected them. They shook the sleeping soldiers awake and then brought the steaming hot food to them.
Brando saw this scene and couldn't help but feel a little relieved. It could be said that if it weren't for him, there wouldn't be a tenth of these people left. He changed the lives of these people, and these people changed more people. History was changed little by little like this.
Although it was still very weak now, it was gradually gaining strength.
Brando met the veteran of the November War, the boss of the Red Copper Dragon Story Club. The other party whispered to him if he wanted to depart immediately. But when Brando looked back, he saw The Shire and Sue sleeping soundly on a wooden box not far away. He then looked at the others, the whole camp was silent.
He thought for a moment and shook his head. Anyway, his plan was already more than half completed. There was no need to push these people too hard. Time in Fairyland was infinitely close to stopping at night. As long as they waited until morning to depart, they could be ahead of Madara's army.
After all, the exit to the north of the valley was almost at the river bank north of the Valley of Sharp Stones. Victory was already in sight.
"Have you rested, Uncle Retto?" Brando asked.
"Sir, don't worry. I'm a mercenary. We are best at taking care of ourselves in this kind of environment." Retto patted his chest and smiled.
Brando nodded.
"Then, Freya, you should go to sleep too." He turned back again and looked at the ponytailed girl who had not closed her eyes for days and nights. Although the Holy Words of Cleansing had the power to restore physical strength, it could not make up for mental exhaustion.
Freya quickly shook her head. "I can still hold on, Brando."
"This is an order, Freya." Brando said.
"I, I …"
Freya could not help but widen her eyes. What did she want to say? She had to obey his orders? She should be the captain of the militia! But when she looked at Brando, and thought of the young man's heroic bearing as he led them through enemies ten times, even a hundred times their number. She could not help but be speechless. As if it was a matter of course, she could only lower her head and nod.
"I, I understand." She replied.
Brando did not notice the softness in the future Valkyrie's tone. After watching her leave, he turned back and casually asked Retto, "By the way, where is the Roman?"
"The Roman lady just rode to the front of the group." Retto said as he glanced at the front of the group. His expression was as if he had just witnessed a miraculous scene.
"'Ride' a horse?" Brando did not notice his expression and only asked in confusion. He wondered if that damned girl tied herself to a horse and went crazy again. He could not help but wonder if the future merchant lady had forgotten the pain because he did not teach her a lesson for a while.
But before he could finish thinking, he heard a greeting from behind him. "Oh, Brando, you're back?"
The nature of the voice made it obvious that it belonged to a careless young lady.
He turned around just in time to see a certain merchant girl on horseback running around in front of him with a smug look on her face. Brando took a closer look. This girl actually learned how to ride a horse?
"You, how did you learn?" It was his turn to be surprised. He could learn how to ride a horse in an instant because he had the game system as a cheat. But what was the situation with the Roman?
"Because the Roman is a merchant," the Roman stopped her horse in front of him and answered with a smug look.
"What does this have to do with being a merchant?"
"Eh? It has nothing to do with it? " The Roman was stunned and could not help but widen her eyes. "But shouldn't all merchants know how to ride a horse?"
"I have to say this, Miss Roman. Most merchants don't know how to ride a horse." Retto chimed in.
The Roman's pair of small eyebrows frowned together. "Is, is that so? — — It doesn't matter. The Roman is a more powerful merchant. Brando, am I right? "
"Yes, yes." Brando was too lazy to pay attention to her. He thought that this might be the so-called compensation from the heavens. Someone with an abnormal brain would naturally be more blessed by the heavens. It was probably the so-called "fortune favors fools" principle. He glanced at her in annoyance, then dismounted and ordered, "Little Roman, since you are so free, accompany me to the camp for a walk."
"Okay, Brando." The merchant lady looked very excited.
"Do you need me to come with you, my lord?" Retto asked as he turned his horse around.
Brendel did not spit out a mouthful of blood. He thought to himself, Uncle, can you not be so eager to be a third wheel? But he also knew that Retto had good intentions and could not refuse. He could only nod gloomily.
But just as he dismounted, he suddenly felt something strange in his waist pouch. He was slightly stunned and opened it. It would have been better if he did not see it. His face suddenly changed as he subconsciously thought that he was hallucinating. He then closed his waist pouch and opened it again.
Brando was convinced that he must have been hallucinating.
How could he have such a thing in his waist pouch?
Ah, I was too excited yesterday to write the first flight of the fourth generation. In order to celebrate today, I decided to go all out. This is the first update.
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